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Mira got suddenly scared, released the cock and tried to reach for her sword, but the masculine form held her arm and pinned her in bed. She could barely make out his face, the moonshine bathing the room was barely enough to lighten his shape. She could tell he was a burly men, with a thick, hairy chest. She had the impression she could see scars. She struggled, but he held her true.

"FUCKER! Oh, goddess, you are SO THICK!" the screams from next room continued as, presumably, Aramis buggered the whore mistress. Mira's heart was beating like humming bird wings, pumping adrenaline into her bloodstream. She gave up struggling, at least until she had a better chance. The man on top of her remained still, like a wolf smelling the terrified aroma of his prey.

"You are so beautiful" He told her. She tried to break free, but he was still too heavy. He leaned back and the moonlight illuminated his face. He was an older man, perhaps in his forties, he had the grim expression of a veteran of many battles, with a crisscrossed scar on his left cheek. Mira was expecting to see a ravenous lustful ****, but instead in his expression she saw only a man in peace. He let go of her arms, and she didnt reach for her sword. She wasnt sure if she could reach him before he grappled her again.

"Who are you?" Mira demanded, as she massaged her wrists. She was mesmerized by the statuesque body in front of her, she didnt remember seeing the like since her visit to barbarian lands. 'Goddess, even his cock is so...'

"Doesn't matter." he reached to touch her face, but she slapped his hand. He did so again, but when she reacted the same way, he grabbed her wrist, and kissed her forearm instead. It sent all kind of goosebumps down her stomach. Again she had the sensation of being a prey to this wolf in man form. His snout came closer to her neck, and he kissed her neck and nibbled her flesh. It elicited an unwanted moan from her lips.

His musk was intoxicating, overwhelming. Her nose was so close to him that whenever she inhaled, he filled all her thoughts. Who was he? a mercenary? a soldier in Marus army? She tried to fight again, and this time she manage to free herself from his grasp. She turned to reach for her sword, but his strong arms enveloped her from behind, like a bear hug, his hands massaging her breasts with strong assertiveness.

"You are a feisty one, aren't you?" his left hand reached down on her, to her drenched wet pussy. He made her moan. 'Goddess, my body is so plagued with lust'. He brought his wet fingers to her, and she could smell the nectar of her excitement, proof of what she knew to be true "But you do want it, don't you?"

"No" she shook her head, lying. Jealousy burned in her heart, of Mirella's brazen cries of pleasure. "Marus promised..."

"Forget about him, baby. You are mine now." Mira could feel his spearheaded cock pointing to her pussy. Panic threatened to grip her, but the stranger was so much closer. "Forget him" he coaxed, as he began to descend her on his cock. "Forget him" This stranger, with his hairy chest and dominating muscles, held tight the frightened animal in her soul. Her pussy greeted him in a tight embrace. He groaned. "Fuck, you have a tiny cunt" but it wasnt so, it was him that was disproportional to the virgin pussy. He **** himself in, firmly and gradually, toppling down each barrier.

"IAARGHUGH!!!!" She felt a tearing pain as the man tore her hymen, fear triumphing excitement at the very last moment. Tears ran down her face. As the man forgot his gentleness and began to pump in and out of the bleeding cunt. Each time sent shots of pain down her very soul.

He turned her around, and she saw again her ... ****? lover? he embraced her and kissed her tears, and she found some comfort in his warmth. "is it hurting?" she nodded "i will be gentler this time" and she was grateful when he did slot his cock again in her aching pussy, the pain fading away to be replaced by a strange sense of fullness.

Mira understood the swaying motion he was coaxing her to make over his sitting lap, and began to do it on her own. "That is it, baby" his approval felt important to her. She heard Mirella's voice screaming and moaning 'why should I be so ashamed?' she parted her lips and the whore's voice echoed with the paladin's voice, the pleasure coming from her sex making sweet music in the enchanted roadside inn. She felt her orgasm come and go, and again when the warrior told her he was creaming her pussy with cum. She held him tight, wishing to never let go.

"At least tell me your name" The blissful paladin asked him

"Raphael" it sounded foreign and appropriate. "I am Mira" she says sheepishly.

"You were amazing, baby. I am broke, but it was worth it" She nodded, and felt his cock slipping out of her. She laid down, bereft of all strength.

"Did i hurt you?" concerned, she touched his cock again, it was soaked wet. He roared a laugh, and kissed her again "Not at all, my little whore. I just mean you were really expensive."

"What?" his comment was like a bucket of cold water on her. "I am not a whore"

He smiled and kissed her again. Her anger melted away in his arms. "Under this hoof? yes you are." She could feel him growing hard against her body.